vague
i feel horrible.
i can’t do anything.
i can’t do anything to save myself.
i know it’ll happen again tomorrow.
a determined hand will grasp the blade again.
i know it’s stupid and childish, but i want attention. i want someone to help me. i want someone to see what i’m doing, to run their fingers along the skin i wince at.
but it’s stupid. i can’t even do it right. i sound pathetic anyways. im useless and attention-seeking and desperate for any kind of relief.
i am completely senseless. lying down to feel the crushing weight of reality on my soul. typing out dull sentences in hopes i can be worth something.
i am not.
i’m useless.
i won’t do it again.
i won’t do anything.
and i will make empty promises. and its not like i could keep them anyways. i have never accomplished anything.
this passion has died in a young soul.
i want to end it now.
the curtain call for a show that was destined to fail.
i’m sorry.
i hate this.
this cycle needs to end.
taking an axe to the serpents neck will cease the endless spiral of sorrow i bear.
i hate myself.
so desperately loved.
i’m sorry.